A Channel Through Every Life's Tunnel....... Be Informed! Be Reformed!! Be Transformed!!!.

Saturday, October 01, 2016

Finding a BEAM to hold the DREAM of what Nigeria could be - 1.

~*I Still
Believe in Nigeria*~
Once upon a time, a group of persons had a dream, a dream so beautiful that a
mere thought of this dream gave them goose bumps and whenever they remembered
this dream their hearts would melt and their face would glow causing their lips
to part ways creating a wonderful smile. Now when I say dream, I'm not talking
about the type we get when we sleep but the type that just won't let you sleep.

This dream
became so real that they could feel it, sorry I meant feel Her. They dreamt of
a great nation, a nation united as one, one that would show the world the true
potential of the Africans. 'I can see Her clearly now, Her beauty, Her fertile
land, Her diverse culture and languages that just like a painters painting, when
put together would form a perfect picture, Her food, she would have different
types of food made from different spice, some sweet, some peppery, some spicy
and some just impossible to eat. And above all Her people would work together
as one and live in Love with one another, together they would be strong and
lack nothing', the dreamers would often say. Indeed this was a dream worth
fighting for.

The big day
came and they were ready, ready to fight for their great nation, it was time
for Her to be free. They fought with all their might and were ready to
sacrifice their last drop of blood for Her.

Finally, it
was October 1st and the sound of victory filled the air, 'we won, we won, we
are free, free to be independent, free to be united, to express our creativity'
they shouted. Little Children danced around, although ignorant of why they were
dancing but danced anyway, husbands kissed their wives and young men proposed
to their spouse, fathers drank and mothers cooked, they had a huge feast and
everyone was happy all this had happened in their life time. They were all
excited, I mean who wouldn't be on a very special day like this.

And that was
how she was born, she was beautiful, fertile and pure. She was filled with so
much treasure and the rarest of precious things. They called her Nigeria. She
was clothed with a very beautiful apparel, made of green and white. The green
was a symbol of fertility and the white a symbol of purity. She was perfect. As
years pass, the baby grew into a beautiful lady, very fertile and productive
indeed, she was called the 'Giant of Africa' because she stood out, Her people
worked together as one and soon the world was proud of Her.

As she
continued to grow more and beautiful, soon she was noticed by all, both good
and bad. Soon she fell into the wrong hands, she fell into the hands of men
that sought to use her for their own selfish gain. They took Her land and
harvested it's goodness for themselves, they gathered Her precious gold and
made ornaments for themselves, they took Her precious gems and stored it in
their box of treasures, they used her day and night and gave her little rest.

Soon she
grew tired and the once beautiful nation started to wear out, she lost her glow
and her spark, Her fertile ground grew weary and Her purity taken away. At the
end everyone gave up on Her and the once 'Giant of Africa' became worse than a
sleeping dog.

You see
although many have given or are giving up on Her, I won't. Every time I look at Her, I
still see what our father's saw, beyond the dust, mud and dirt I see beauty. I
still call Her my star, everyday I whisper into Her eyes, 'you would rise
again'. I still go down on my knees and pray for this sleeping giant, I pray to
God to awaken her once again, bring Her back from the hands of those who seek
to use her for their own selfish gain and let Her come home once again. Awaken
Her youth and young men to fight for what was once theirs and Her young women
to remember the values for which they were born. Help her grow and make Her
children smile again.

Everyday I
pray for Nigeria, I think you should too (remember it is scriptural Jer.29 vs
7).Written by Omoyibo Akpobome and there's more to His_Storyteller by clicking his name. Happy Independence day!